Hermione J. Granger (verybritish) wrote in afic, @ 2011-01-20 21:36:00 |
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It was like walking on eggshells those days, talking to Harry. Hermione nervously stood in the hallway of the small apartment she shared with the rest of the trio, tugging on the end of her gray jumper. Sleep had evaded the muggleborn the night before- like a bubble on the wind that she couldn’t catch. It showed too, with how painfully dark the circles under her eyes had gotten; her wild hair was a tangled mess as well, and Hermione had barely bothered to even attempt to brush it. The morning sun was gray, streaming through the windows lazy and splotches of color on the rug Hermione had picked out so carefully years before. Harry’s door stood before her, like a gate that she was cared to pass through. She could hear him making noises on the other side of the door, and she clenched hard on the handles of the small breakfast tray she’d prepared for them.
Still in her pink pajama bottoms (even though Hermione insisted they were magenta), Hermione used her shoulder to open the door carefully. She put down the tray of food on the floor, closing the entrance carefully and going to sit on the side of Harry’s bed. She looked down at him, his unkept hair and eyes looking all too familiar- and for once it had nothing to do with his father or mother. Hermione thought about leaving, about letting him have a few more hours. But she’d made fried eggs, English muffins, and sausage, along with his favorite blend of tea just to have an excuse to wake him up. With a heaving sigh, she reached out to his shoulder and shaking it.
“Harry- Harry, wake up,” she said, gently.